Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Andorra and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gerry Rafferty to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Ponytail,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Vogues,
Brass Construction,
Siglo XX,
Pantaleimon,
Warsaw,
Moebius,
Quadrant,
John Holt,
Amon Düül II,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Inner City,
Man Parrish,
Tres Demented,
The Pop Group,
Mars,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warren Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Alphaville,
Minny Pops,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
JFA,
Scratch Acid,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
the Germs,
The Wake,
The Associates,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Buzzcocks,
Crime,
Radio Birdman,
Loose Ends,
The Standells,
Fad Gadget,
Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang On A Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rekid,
Desert Stars,
Excepter,
Swell Maps,
Arcadia,
Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Foxx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Los Fastidios,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yellowson,
La Düsseldorf,
Eurythmics,
Eddi Front,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.